I Don’t Want the Affection the Female CEO Is Faking

At a charity auction gala, the organizers wanted to encourage the wealthy guests to donate generously. Fu Ying's first love was placed inside a huge transparent tank for the audience's amusement. Throughout it all, Fu Ying didn't say a word. Someone beside her joked, “President Fu, aren't you going to bid?”

Fu Ying didn't so much as flinch. She simply tightened her grip on my hand. “Bid? Only if my husband agrees.”

I slipped my hand from hers and raised my paddle, expressionless. “Three and a half million. Get him out of there.”